January 2011
58 posts
Don't say a word just come over and lie with me, cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see.
You shouldn't trust a girl who doesn't get along with other girls.
If a woman has a hard time keeping at least one or two consistent and true girlfriends, there is a problem. And that problem just might be…her.
As women, we know the shady capabilities of other women. We know how they can be manipulative, catty, gossips, and just straight-up beezies. In fact, there’s a good chance a lot of us have probably been (rightfully/wrongfully) categorized as one of those at some point in time *shrug*
I think it’s pretty clear and obvious: if a woman says she doesn’t get along with any girls, other girls probably don’t get along with her either. And they probably have a good reason.**
I’m 23 and I can finally say that I have legitimate friends of the same sex. They are wise, smart, beautiful, supportive and successful. They help me grow into a better woman.
Is this what transitioning from girlhood to womanhood feels like?
**Alright, so there may be special cases…but I highly doubt that. lol.
Being chivalrous should be as natural as blinking. It's not some temporary act to play as a means of showing a lady you got respect for her. You don't just degrade the image you show her after you've done a good first impression. Because you only feign the man you claim to be, or better suit yourself as a sloth who only tries for a little while. Keep the value constant. Shoot for growth and consistency, not ephemeral joy and decay.
“A woman of true beauty is a woman who in the depths of her soul is at rest, trusting God because she has come to know him to be worthy of her trust. She exudes a sense of calm, a sense of rest, and invites those around her to rest as well […] A woman of true beauty offers others the grace to be and the room to become.”
—Captivating by John & Staci Eldridge
UC Rejects No More. UC Riverside will ONLY accept students who apply to the campus directly. →
latimes.com
“UC Riverside, long considered a consolation prize by students not admitted to more coveted campuses, registered the biggest increase in applications this year among the University of California’s nine undergraduate campuses, officials announced Friday.
The Inland Empire’s surging growth in applicants in the last two years prompted officials there to announce that it would no longer accept referral pool students — those eligible to attend UC but who fail to win admission to their preferred campuses. Beginning this fall, UC Riverside will only accept students who apply to the campus directly.
The Riverside campus received 34,290 applicants this year, an increase of 13.2% from last year and 25.9% since 2009. Overall, the UC system received a record 142,235 applications, an increase of 6.1% from last year.”This made me smile.
I will always be proud to call UCR my alma mater. Some of my best life experiences and good friends came from this university.
"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy she won't be amazing. If she's real she won't be perfect. If she's perfect she won't be real. If she's worth it you won't give up. If you give up you're not worthy."
XVII
When I hit a low-point, I sometimes become 15 again. I bust out the bowl of ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift and John Mayer (irony). Sometimes I read Neruda. From personal experience, it’s a routine that doesn’t help 85% of the time, in all honesty.
I hit a low-point earlier, but was somehow reminded of the love that’s ever-present in my life from the One that matters the most.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda
